Song of Songs 7:6-13

⁶How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love!

⁷This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.

⁸I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;

⁹and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

¹⁰I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.

¹¹Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

¹²Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.

¹³The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for you.